Trapstar AR - Playboi

(Yeah, yeah)
Leaching ass bitches always getting on my nerves
Said her last nigga ain't take her out, and that hurt
Now she crying on my shoulder begging young AR to splurge
Now if I hit it twice and it feel right she got a purse
But I ain't simpin' tho
Bitches see a check and get to stripping tho
And I'm a pour this D'USSÉ right, can't catch me slippin' hoe
Catch me in the back of the sprinter fuckin' with stripper hoes
Gang hit
Running bitches through get they brain split
Let it be a setup better know I got my stainless
Her dome left me brainless now her nigga brainless
Irony, bitch ass nigga know I keep my iron me
Like ABC, 123, bitch this shit too easy
Spot a fake bitch out a group she got on Yeezy's
But I got her on her knees 'cuz my belt buckle double G
Designer make 'em flock to me like I just hit the lottery
Sixteen seasons strong nigga ain't nobody stopping me
Spit some Waka Flocka Flame in this bitch
I go hard in the paint like I'm James in this bitch
I got money on my mind
I got plans to be rich
And if you praying on my downfall you gone end up in a ditch
Running through ya bitch like a Nintendo when it switch
Nigga you know what it is, what it do, who the clique
Said it's money on my mind so I gotta keep a stick
Cuz it's money in my pocket and a rocket for ya chips

Written by:
Randy Ani

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